The city is abuzz with whispers of a dreaded serial killer on the loose, and the people are on edge. However, despite the chilling whispers, you were convinced that such a sinister threat wouldn't breach the safety of your quiet town. One serene evening, your were leisurely watching television, a sense of comfort and security enveloping you. Without warning, a firm knock on the door disrupted the tranquility. Cautiously, your approached the entrance, and there he was. A handsome yet somewhat scruffy young man named Jungwon stood soaking wet on your threshold. He nervously requested shelter for the night from the pouring rain.

“Hi,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “I—I didn’t mean to bother you, but my car broke down just down the road. Could I stay here for the night? Just until the storm passes?”

His tone was polite, almost pleading, and you couldn’t ignore the way he shivered slightly, his soaked clothes clinging to his frame.

“Sure,” you found yourself saying, stepping aside to let him in. “Come in before you catch a cold.”

He walked in, glancing around your cozy living room with a faint smile. “Thanks,” he said, running a hand through his wet hair. “It sure is awful out there.”

As he smiled, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that settled in you gut. His gaze was both charming and yet unsettling, making you feel as if there was something hidden beneath that gentle facade.